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“Me, too.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Love you.”
Placing the baby back in his chair, the moment had passed and he could resume eating. “I hope that’s the end of the drama for a while. I want to put in a vegetable garden if you’re okay with that. We can grow all kinds of things in the fall and winter here.”
“Hey, if that’s what you want, please do it. You’ve got a life.”
“I do.”
But she had one more question for him.
“Why didn’t you say something about Amber when you came in? You said you were fine when I questioned you and I could tell there was something out of the ordinary going on.”
“I was upset until I crossed the threshold and then Creole Cottage calmed me down. The change happened so fast, I looked over at you and what she’d said was inconsequential. I was home with my girl and my kid.”
“It’s home alright,” she said. “Okay, I’m satisfied. I won’t bring it up again.”
The baby started to stir, fussing a little, and they both rushed to him, laughing at their response.
“This kid only has to fart and we’re at his service,” Katrina said.
“As it should be,” Dave replied. “I don’t have what he wants though.”
He pointed to her breast, giving it a little squeeze. Faux swooning, she laughed, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Six weeks can’t be over fast enough,” she whispered.
“Look what you do to me,” he said, pointing downward.
She winked at him. “I enjoy having power over you.”
The baby let out a screech. “I guess he’s in charge,” Dave said. “He’ll be dictatingeveryaspect of our lives.”
“Okay, let’s see how he does nursing.” She got him into position and he latched on fine. She closed her eyes and sighed. “What a relief.”
“It’s only going to be in the morning that he has a hard time when he’s tired,” Dave said, sliding his arm around her shoulders. “I wish this could last forever.”
She rested her head back against his arm. “I know, me too.”
***
The mist kept the temperature comfortable as they watched the sun go down, the creek a bright-orange reflection. The first canoe came by about five minutes later. They watched a parade of boats float by; the evening was the best time of day to boat, when the temperatures dropped a little bit. Dave lit the torches at dusk.
“This is so romantic,” Katrina drawled. “It reminds me of New Orleans.”
“It’s the bayou,” Dave replied. “I never want to leave Cypress Cove. This, right here. This old place with all its history and the beautiful yard. We could go anywhere we wanted in the USA but it wouldn’t be like this.”
“I believe that, too. The real estate agent told me that there were over thirty former owners of Creole Cottage. That means that once the man who built it, Andrew Langlois died, and his family sold it, no one stayed longer than a couple of years. And it was abandoned and vacant for the past eight years.”
“It was waiting for you,” Dave said, pulling her over a little.
“It was waiting forus,” she replied. “I’d only just moved in when you pulled into my driveway.”
“Perfect timing,” he said.
Sitting in splendor on the terrace, they basked in the knowledge that either luck or blessings had come their way, and they would do what they could to keep it.
***
While Katrina and Dave reveled in their love for each other and their baby and all of their good fortune, two people made confessions to their significant others in Cypress Cove.
